Daoist (6)

22. Daoist (6)

"Don't worry, Disciple. To achieve the Third Stage of Yin Blossom Art, receiving semen in the jade gate isn't necessary—simply swallowing it is fine. I'm not greedy enough to aim for the Fourth Stage either."

Master spoke gently, as though she were magnanimously offering the terrified me a compromise.

"Couldn't you just be satisfied with the Second Stage?"

"We are martial artists and disciples of the Dao. Setting aside ambition for improvement would be a sin against our patriarchs."

"Even so, how can the two of us do such a thing?"

"What's wrong with the two of us? I told you. The master-disciple relationship is an artificial construct we chose of our own will. Compared to the absolute fact that we are male and female as ordained by Heaven, it means nothing."

This was why people who half-learned a religion fell so easily into cults. Drunk on her own brand of Daoist studies, Master looked at me as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"No. This sort of thing is only possible between husband and wife."

"Is that truly so? Simply because I am not your wife, Disciple, do you think I cannot make you ejaculate? Do you truly believe that I, a woman, cannot make you, a man, ejaculate?"

Just how many more times was this adorable-looking master going to blow my mind? While I no longer even had the energy to be horrified by her words, Master took my dazed hand and pulled me to my feet. In the brief moment my mind drifted, she briskly stripped off my pants and removed my undergarments, just like last time. Only then did my senses snap back, and when I tried to push her away in panic, she looked up into my eyes and spoke with firm resolve.

"You intend to push me away? There is no way I could overcome your greater strength, of course. But I told you. I am both your master and a woman. If you push me away now, as your master I will be greatly angered, and as a woman, the shame might well make me wish for death."

Her eyes were not the gentle, puppy-like ones I knew, but those of a predator refusing to yield an inch. Though she was far weaker than me in build, muscle strength, and internal energy, her gaze overwhelmed me, and I had no choice but to halt my hands. Why was she so fixated on that mere bedchamber art? The answer seemed concealed within her eyes at this moment, but I was in no state to think rationally.

"Wow! Your erect penis truly is incredible. I saw it last time too, but up close it feels new all over again. How can a penis be larger than my head? The male organ is meant to be placed inside a woman's yin gate, yet at this size it seems like it would pass the navel and reach the stomach."

Master's face returned to that innocent brightness as she marveled at my member. She'd read a few bedchamber art books, so how could a virgin be so thrilled by a big cock? And, Master. Length was different. The vagina and the stomach were not connected.

As if examining something wondrous, Master placed a soft hand on my penis and lightly stroked it. The vivid, real sensation jolted my mind fully awake.

"M-Master!"

"You must have plenty of experience with women, Disciple, yes? As you'd expect, it will feel good. But this is a solemn ritual of the bedchamber art right now. So do not forget the Qi-Circulation Principles. For one cultivating Yang Blossom Art, even when sexually aroused—rather, the arousal makes the qi circulate far more smoothly."

So saying, Master knelt on the floor and brought her red tongue to my urethral opening. An intense pleasure that felt like my lower back would snap backward. A woman's tongue, felt for the first time in a month. As if pleased by my reaction, Master giggled. My thinking had been short-sighted. Master had come to my room tonight intent on doing this with me from the very beginning. Since when had she planned to use me to train her Yin Blossom Art? At the very least, she'd definitely made up her mind since the bath last time. Which was why she'd so easily shown me her naked body, to arouse me.

Unlike Gyeong Su-yeon, Master did not swallow my member in one go. She licked every nook and cranny, running her tongue along my penis as though playing a flute. Master had warned me not to forget to circulate Yang Blossom Art, but it was already flowing so naturally that the warning was moot. Perhaps because she was circulating Yin Blossom Art as well, I could even feel a faint resonance between her mouth and my cock. A slight worry crossed my mind that this might truly be dangerous, but the pleasure coursing through my cock overwhelmed it, and soon I could hardly think at all.

Master teased the underside just behind the glans with a tickling tongue. Despite being a virgin, she delivered pleasure with a perfect tongue technique, so skilled that even Gyeong Su-yeon, who'd practiced bedchamber arts and given me oral for years, could not imitate it, so skilled it would make the seasoned, worn-out courtesans of a pleasure house look like amateurs. She slipped my member into that small mouth.

Her slick saliva, the heat of her mouth, and the roughness of her tongue began delivering pleasure incomparably more intense than before. Her hands were not idle either. A man's cock was built to reach orgasm even when he rubbed it roughly with his own hand. The touch of her soft hand against my sensitive glans sent maddening sensations through me, yet something felt strange.

To be frank, I was a premature ejaculator. With this level of oral service, I should have ejaculated pathetically before it even entered her mouth. But the pleasure only climbed higher, seemingly without limit, while the pre-ejaculation signs had not even begun. Then Master suddenly wrapped her arms around my waist and swallowed my member even deeper. Little by little, my member disappeared into her mouth. It had ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠long since passed the size of her small face.

Before I knew it, I was violating not her mouth but her throat. The cock was the most powerful erogenous zone. Each time Master swallowed a little more, the stimulated surface area increased, and the pleasure multiplied several times over. Deep throat. I'd seen it in pornos in my past life, but in the pleasure houses, there had been only one person capable of this. But she was a preposterous old hag nearing fifty, so I'd only heard the tall tales of the eccentric White Horse Unit soldier who chose her.

Yet despite all that, the sensation of ejaculation still did not rise. Could it be that I, a Confucian boy, harbored subconscious guilt toward my master that I wasn't even aware of, preventing me from ejaculating? No, impossible. The cerebrum and the pituitary gland were separate. When this much pleasure was transmitted, a man would ejaculate even if it were that hideous crone instead of a cute, pretty master.

"Hoo. This is harder than I thought."

Master had been kneeling on the floor in a rather strenuous position while servicing me with her mouth. At last, she pulled my saliva-slick member free and spoke.

"As expected, it's difficult to make a disciple who's learned Yang Blossom Art ejaculate with just this. Disciple, though you've also reached the Second Stage, you won't be at a mature level yet. Once you reach the Third Stage, you'll be able to ejaculate whenever you choose."

She looked up at me in her seductive mode rather than her usual cute one. The thread of saliva hanging from her lips lent her a strange eroticism. Master slowly stood and began removing her clothes one piece at a time. The naked body I'd seen beneath the moonlight that night made my chest burn.

"Y-you said we wouldn't copulate!"

A final resistance. As it was with Gyeong Su-yeon, oral, whether a hundred times or a thousand times, did not tear the hymen.

"Of course. Disciple, you're a sincere person, so even if I told you not to mind, you'd feel responsible for taking my virginity. Forcing a thirty-year-old spinster on such a lovable disciple would truly be a wicked thing. The reason I removed my clothes is simply that my jaw hurts too much and I wanted to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠rest briefly. Don't let your arousal subside, keep touching my body to maintain the sensation."

Master gently took my hand and guided it to her breasts. The softness beneath my palm, together with the way she flinched despite having led me there herself, drove my arousal higher exactly as she intended. It was different from that night. Her nipples were small but stiff beneath my brushing fingers. Her face reddened, probably as much as mine, and sweat beaded across her skin despite the cold mountain night.

"Your left hand is idle. Since I'm circulating Yin Blossom Art, touching anywhere will feel good, but if you're going to, the nape of my neck would be nice."

For me, and for herself, she had done this much. No matter that I was her disciple, simply sticking out my cock was an insult to my pride as a man. When I stroked the nape of her neck as she'd asked, she let out a purring moan of pleasure, like a puppy. Oral and caressing were acts I'd already done with Gyeong Su-yeon for years. When I quietly lowered the hand that had been on her breasts downward, Master, even through her moans, whispered softly in my ear.

"Not there. I told you, it's incredibly sensitive while I circulate Yin ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Blossom Art. If you stimulate my yin gate, I'll invent some absurd excuse again and drag us all the way into copulation."

I stopped at her warning, but in that brief moment her thick love juices smeared across my hand. I knew little about Yang Blossom Art, but the effects of Yin Blossom Art were truly bizarre. We'd barely begun foreplay, yet she was already this wet; the situation was far beyond normal. As instructed, I left her pussy alone and grasped her buttocks instead, savoring her body. I touched her here and there, watching her reactions, and just as I began to enjoy myself, she finished resting and knelt again.

"Master. I won't try to stop you now, but let's just do it on the bed. Your knees must hurt."

"It all has meaning. This time, don't just entrust your penis to me. You try as well, Disciple. Imagine that the place your penis has entered is not your old master's mouth but the jade gate of a pretty woman like Hyang-a, grab my head, and ravage me to your heart's content."

With yet another absurd remark, Master swallowed my member and placed both my hands on her head. She truly was a strange woman. She looked docile and easy to handle, yet somehow made everything proceed according to her will. Once again, I had no choice but to obey, grip her head, and use her mouth roughly. At least, with such an attractive woman before me, I had no room left in my mind to imagine anyone else, not even Jeong-hyang.

Perhaps a little irritated by my overbearing master, I gripped her head somewhat roughly and thrust it hard back and forth. Though it should have hurt, Master's blush gradually deepened as she approached climax with me. Perhaps it was the sight of her face, but the urge to ejaculate finally surged to my head, and I violently released my semen into her mouth.

At that instant, the internal energy of Yang Blossom Art circulating through me began to surge. Without any conscious intent, it naturally coursed through the various acupoints according to the third-stage circulation method I'd read earlier, finally returning to the Hoeum Acupoint. Master swallowed my semen, began circulating qi of her own, and soon returned to her usual gentle-eyed expression before rejoicing like a child.

"It's done! Now I'm at the Third Stage. Though it's only the entry level, I've definitely reached the Third Stage."

She brought her arm to her nose, sniffing like a puppy.

"It's faint, but there's a scent. Like a floral fragrance—what is it?"

At her words, I smelled my own body and caught a peculiar fragrance. If I had to compare it to anything, it was musk—subtle, and much closer to an expensive perfume than the musk available in this era. Master suddenly looked at me with a mischievous expression.

"It felt good, didn't it, Disciple? You were thinking how truly fortunate you are to have become my disciple and a Daoist of Yeongsan Sect, weren't you?"

"Honestly speaking, yes."

"See. Don't resist, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠just go along with it. How good does it feel? Though we've reached the Third Stage, we still have much more to train. You're already looking forward to it, aren't you? Thinking that your pretty master will do this with her mouth every night?"

"What? We have to do this every day?"

"Why? Do you dislike it?"

"N-no, it's not that..."

"I like the honest you, Disciple. Whenever we train the Yin-Yang Art in the future, I'd like you to honestly tell me where feels good, to ask me to do this or that."

With a kind face, Master seemed to forget the pleasure of moments before and gently embraced me with benevolent affection. By this world's moral standards, what we'd done was truly depraved. But now that it was done, what point was there in pretending to be respectable? I had no intention of wandering the Central Plains and living as a martial artist. The only places that mattered to me were Yeongsan Sect and the Baek Clan Estate.

"Thanks to the effects of Yang Blossom Art, you don't feel that peculiar post-ejaculation fatigue at all, do you?"

"No. It's amazing."

"See? It's real. Anyway, that's a relief. I was worried you'd be tired, Disciple, doing it twice a day."

"Huh? Twice...?"

"Once in the morning and once at night."

"Master. You're weak in the mornings. Can you even get up?"

"The morning isn't me. You know, the disciple who comes to your room every morning, the one who's trained Yin Blossom Art to the Second Stage."

"Whaaat?!"

"Disciple, you really do love saying that, don't you? I will be counting on you in the mornings too."

To the very end, Master blew my mind with a kind face. Had I met the best master in the world? Or the worst?